Friday, September 17, 2004

He's got a special place in heaven, I know he does...

The guy that figured out coffee, I mean. It makes my mornings so much more tolerable.

That being said, I'm naked again. It seems to be sort of an in-demand thing, so I guess I can naked morning blog a regular thing. I mean, I'm usually naked when I get out of the shower anyhow. Ok...on to the post.

Ah, Friday. [deep contented breath]

I wonder what today will hold. It's payday, of course, and I'll be stopping by the casino to play on their nickel for a bit. I may see about invoking Friday Protocol. My boss has been in kind of a bad mood lately, so I may not ask.

I'm halfway, maybe slightly more done with my fucking database at work. Right now, I'm fixing mistakes that the...oh, I don't know... 8 or 9 other people that worked on it made. I can seen the light at the end of the tunnel tho. Oh, wait!!! That's a fucking train.

Heh. Looks like it's going to be a bit on the short side this am. Still have reading to do.

Look for drunken post-casino post later. Be well, my friends.

Fiesta con feugeo,

T.

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